I want to get up early one more morning,
before sunrise. Before the birds, even.
I want to throw cold water on my face
and be at my work table
when the sky lightens and smoke
begins to rise from the chimneys
of the other houses.
I want to see the waves break
on this rocky beach, not just hear them
break as I did all night in my sleep.
I want to see again the ships
that pass through the Strait from every
seafaring country in the world—
old, dirty freighters just barely moving along,
and the swift new cargo vessels
painted every color under the sun
that cut the water as they pass.
I want to keep an eye out for them.
And for the little boat that plies
the water between the ships
and the pilot station near the lighthouse.
I want to see them take a man off the ship
and put another up on board.
I want to spend the day watching this happen
and reach my own conclusions.
I hate to seem greedy—I have so much
to be thankful for already.
But I want to get up early one more morning, at least.
And go to my place with some coffee and wait. Just wait,
to see what’s going to happen.
When I think of Raymond Carver, I think first of his timeless poem Late Fragment, which I may just have to adopt for my tombstone. But there are others, memorable in their own way – this is one of them. Carver shares with us his simple desires, beginning with getting up early one more morning. Note the ‘more’, which tells me he understands those mornings are not infinite.He wants to be up early, to watch as the sky lightens and the smoke begins to rise from chimneys.
He wants to see the waves break / on this rocky beach, to watch the passing ships in the Strait – old, dirty freighters just barely moving along / and the swift new cargo vessels. He can see the tug boat and the pilot station near the lighthouse. He sees them take a man off the ship / and put another up on board, simple, necessary movements. He wants to spend the day watching this happen and with his clear, eloquent descriptions, I feel I am watching this happen too, the scene unfolding with his words.
And then his honest declaration: I hate to seem greedy – I have so much / to be thankful for already. He is clearly grateful for all that he has, and yet, I want to get up early one more morning, at least. Those last two words crack open my heart – at least one more morning so he can sit with his coffee and wait, Just wait, to see what’s going to happen, just being present to what is before him, drawing his own conclusions without need to change anything. What might we see if we could but wait and watch and appreciate the moments before our eyes?
Yup, good point, wait, watch, appreciate and don’t judge. I’m working on the don’t judge part a little bit these days.
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haha, I am with you on practicing the don’t judge part Donna 🙂 but it’s all part of the practice isn’t it. take care xoxo
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an excellent poem JanthanksRich
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I so agree Rich xoxoxo
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Such an evocative poem, so fully human. Yes, to watch and appreciate, ‘without need to change anything’, as you astutely note. Thanks, Jan! xoxo Mary Lou
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Evocative, and yes, so fully human Mary Lou. So freeing not to need to change anything, just observe. I want to wait and watch and appreciate more. thank you my friend, xoxo
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Thank you for this, and especially the link to Late Fragment. It touches my heart so deeply. Sara
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Thank you for writing Sara. I love Late Fragment and love that it has touched your heart too. Be well.
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I’m a Late Fragment fan also. Nice to see another poem by him.
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Such a seemingly simple poem, Late Fragment, but so poignant, so memorable. thanks Elizabeth. xoxo
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Seems to be a centering poem. Thank you!❤️
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Centering, yes, a good word Kathryn, thanks xoxo
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